The Imperial Archive was a massive, silent vault hidden deep beneath Nyx's penthouse. Instead of physical books or scrolls, its metallic walls pulsed with endless streams of glowing blue and purple data.
These digital rivers flowed across the dark stone, forming the cold and infinitely complex central brain of the entire Omni Domain.
Nyx led Zen to a large, circular terminal in the very centre of the room. She didn't say a word. She simply raised her pale hand and swiped her slender fingers through the air.
A massive, crystal-clear hologram flared to life directly in front of them, illuminating Zen's face in a ghostly blue light.
Zen looked at the screen and frowned. It wasn't a static video or a simple memory but a terrifyingly complex web of millions of different timelines and fractal branches of probability, all playing out at incredible speeds.
